Bai Chuwei's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as her keen hearing picked up the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. She raised her slender hand and snapped her fingers in the air.
A cool breeze seemed to come from nowhere, lifting the black hat off Duan Xiuqi's head.
It was busy outside the bar at that moment, and pairs of eyes turned towards Duan Xiuqi, suddenly letting out a chorus of surprised and thrilled shrieks—
"It's Duan Xiuqi, the movie emperor! I'm your fan, could you please give me an autograph?"
"Oh my god, why is Duan Xiuqi hanging out at a bar? Isn't he about to marry Tong Yunrou soon?"
"What's wrong with adults going to a bar for fun? If you can come, can't celebrities have their own private space?"
"…"
Once Duan Xiuqi was exposed, a crowd of fans immediately surrounded him, snapping photos with their phones like crazy.
They crowded him so tightly he couldn't move at all.